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[currybabe]

It was early morning, about an hour before the sky turned to the color of the white belly of a fish. I actually enjoy getting up before the others do. No matter how late I had stayed up the night before, I'd still get out of bed and sit in the living room and do almost nothing. It's like an opportunity to breathe in the freshest air you'd probably get for the whole day, though I don't know if that's true or not. Anyways, I got up to say goodbye to my brother, who is now a college student and leaving for the train that sets out to the East side of the mountains today.
Two hours later, I realized that I had said "Goodbye" to him five times.
I guess it's just that the older I get, the more sentimental I become.